1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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